Pyro: Hiya guys! Sorry the author hasn't uploaded a chapter of this story for a while….
Author: I've just been busy!
Pyro: He's had writers block.
Author: SHUT UP!
Monika's P.O.V
I took in a shaky breath.
That was the most vivid nightmare I ever had.
What was that thing?
And what did it want?
I try to recall the surge of memories that had flown into my mind, but they were gone. Like they were plucked from my brain as soon as they were implanted.
I glanced down at Frisk, who was still fast asleep.
I decided to see if I could float away from them, and explore the house.
It turns Out I could. I passed through the door, and found myself in the Hallway. I smelled something cooking in the kitchen, and hear someone moving around in the living room.
I decided that I would explore the hall first, before going to say hi to Toriel and Sayori. (Even though they could not see or hear me.)
I floated down the hall and came across two doorways.
I peeked inside the door on the right to find a blue bedroom. Literally, everything was a bright blue. Even the chairs.
I floated around the room, glancing at certain things.
I considered going through Toriel's clothing drawer, but figured that would rude and scandalous.
I floated up to her desk, and glanced inside her diary.
Monika: "Why didn't the skeleton have any friends?"
I read it aloud.
Monika: "Because he was bonely"
Monika: …Pfft…
I let out a little giggle. Even though the jokes I made were really stupid, I still enjoyed them. They were one of escapes from… well… my loneness.
I sighed, and closed the book. I decided I hat put it off long enough, and I floated out the door and into the living room.
I heard Toriel singing happily in the kitchen. Sayori was sitting at the table, working hard on something.
I steeled myself, and floated over to Sayori.
I stared down at her. What was she doing? Was she writing something?
Then I realized. It was a poem.
My eyes widened, and I read the poem aloud.
Someone else's rainclouds
I have a dream, once every year
About a person who never showed fear.
Who was always confident, smart and kind
She always had good books to find
Then she betrayed us
Throwing us in the dust.
The person became someone I should fear.
But I forgave her. It isn't her fault.
I only wanted her own sadness to disappear.
She shouldn't have to be alone.
Always forced on a cold throne
Of information, power, and lies.
I feel bad for the emerald girl.
I had sadness too, but I had a little hope.
I had my friends to keep the sun shining.
The girl had no one, forever alone.
And her rainclouds turned into storms.
If I could, I'd make her Own Loneliness dissolve away.
And give her a welcoming hug, warm as day.
But this girl only appears in my dreams.
But why is it that there is more to the emerald girl then there seems?
Sayori's P.O.V
I happily wrote my name at the bottom of the poem.
I write poems every time I needed to clear my head.
I don't know why. Writing Poems just make me think of happier times.
I stared down at my poem, happy I was finished, when suddenly, something landed on it.
I reach out, and touch a wet spot that had suddenly appeared on my poem.
I turned around, but no one was there.
Sayori: Huh… That's… odd.
I shrugged, and return to my poem.
Monika's P.O.V
I stood there, standing behind Sayori, Struggling not to breakdown.
She felt bad for me.
Why?
Why does she feel bad?
Why doesn't she hate me, after everything I've done?
I didn't deserve to be forgiven.
I'm a monster….
A freak that never should have been born.
I let out a strangled sob, and a tear drop trickled down my face and fell.
I watched it fall, a ghostly apparition of the real thing-
That is, until the light of the lamp hit it.
The sunlight shimmered against the crystal-clear tear drop, and it splashed slowly against her page.
My eyes widened, and I touched my eye, my sadness momentarily forgotten.
What the…
How? I thought I didn't exist?
I quickly hoped maybe I was becoming more and more real. But then a voice spoke in my head.
Stop that. Don't get hopeful. You're not here to reconcile with them. And why would they forgive you anyway? Aren't you the monster at the center of their story? The power hungry villain who wants the player all to herself? To you and only you?
Just Monika.
Just Monika.
Just-
Monika: SHUT UP!
I placed my hands to my head and gripped it tightly.
Something was really wrong with me. I've felt off ever since that weird dream.
I didn't want to break down crying from looking at Sayori's poem again, so I decided frisk had slept enough.
I flew back to their room, to find they were still snoring.
Monika: Frisk, wake up.
Frisk just turned in their sleep.
I sighed.
Monika: The house is on fire.
Immediately frisk jumped up and fell flat on their face.
They glared up at the floating transparent girl.
Frisk: Do that ever again, and you'll end up on the wrong side of the core.
I stared at them, and shrugged.
Monika: Whatever. Cmon frisk, it's time to wake up. We gotta go.
Frisk: Go? What do you mean?
I sighed, exasperated at them.
Monika: We've spent too much time altogether in this place.
Frisk's expression turned angry.
Frisk: No! we're not gonna leave her yet!
I stared at them, annoyed.
Monika: And why not?
Frisk got up and glared at me.
Frisk: Because I said so.
They turned and stared at the corner.
I sighed and floated up next to them.
Monika: What's the real reason, frisk?
They glared at me, but then faltered when they saw my gentle expression.
They stared down at my feet and mumbled something.
Frisk: She seems lonely.
I stared at them. That was the reason they wanted to stay? Because Toriel was lonely?
Frisk: I feel really bad for her. She shouldn't have to stay here alone.
I stared at them.
In the few hours I have known frisk, they seemed like a sarcastic, flirty (I don't mean that as a complement) Jokester.
I never thought they were a softy.
Monika: You…Really like her don't you?
Frisk nodded.
Frisk: She's like a mom.
I shook my head at them.
Monika: I always thought you were the sarcastic type, Frisk.
Frisk smiled softly.
Frisk: I don't like seeing sad people. I like every one of my friends to be happy.
I smiled at this, but then he said something else.
Frisk: Including you.
I tilted my head at them, confused.
Monika: What do you mean?
Frisk: I can tell when people are hiding something. I see it in their facial expressions, and their eyes. Any you, My emerald eyed friend, are hiding something.
I shook my head.
Monika: You don't know anything about me, frisk. Cmon, we gotta go talk to Sayori about leaving.
I floated out of the room, feeling frisks eyes on my back.
